San Bernardino High School - Tyro Yearbook (San Bernardino, CA)

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1 nnuoi Sioii EditorfinfChieffAgnes Charvet ArtistfRay Currier Business Manager-George Holmes ArtistfGene Towler Like the staffs of all other years, our aim has been this year to produce the best Annual that has ever been published in the San Bernardino High School. We have also had, however, certain other aims that we have tried to accomplish in this year's Tyro. We have attempted primarily to make the Tyro Annual of '30 representaf tive of the entire student body, rather than of one class. In the athletic section and especially in the snapshot pages, we have tried to give the underclassmen more rec' ognition than they have received in previous years. We have worked to make the annual not only a permanent and accurate record of high school aifairs but a book that is beautiful in itself. This is the first year that the Tyro Annual staff has worked as a class, receiving classroom credit. There are, however, some students who have worked with the staff and have received neither credit nor recognition. The staff wishes to express its appreciation to Dorothy Elkins for her assistance in typing, to Mr. H. M. Hills, Bryson Amos, George Schwartz, and Lester Roberts, for snapshotsg to Miss Winifred Johnson, art teacher, for art supervision, to Miss Nevada Semenza, literary adviser, and N. O. Baer, for financial advice, and to Mr. E. Deo Paul, manager of the Sun Printing and Publishing House, for his kindly assistance and instruction. We, the Tyro Annual staff, present this, the thirtyfseventh annual publication of the San Bernardino High School to the Associated Student Body. We hope that your enjoyment in reading it will approach that which we have experienced in pub' lishing it. Page 'l'wr-nly-four

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P I -I-'19 SUN PEO S Hello, old Sun, I said one morning to that round, pleasantffaced old gentle' man. What are you doing up so early? He beamed down upon me with a great deal of tolerance. Do not conceive the idea, I said, that you are so important. We are using you, of course, for the theme of our Tyro Annual. We are using you because you are so characteristic of the San Bernardino valley-because you were practically its colonizer. I grant that you have done a lot for the world. Have you, however, held a position of any importance to its people or to its civilization? Well, said the sun indulgently as he shone warmly upon me, I could tell you many a tale. The Egyptian R.a, the Phoenician Baal, the Babylonian Sun God, the Persian Mithra, the Indian Source of Golden Light, the Grecian and Roman Apollo all were none other than I. Not to be boastful, I might also add that I have played an important part in the worship of Teutons and of the other races of Northern Europe. Yes, I could tell many a lie. I could tell you of pyramids built in my honor, of temples built for my worship, of sacrifices made for my pleasure, of oracles established for my prophecies, of weird rites conducted to appease my anger. You think that I have not been important to the people of the world? I suppose, I concede, that you haveg but you have held no influence over any race for hundreds of years. . Is that so? asked the sun. I suppose you have never heard of the natives of South America who have, only within the last few hundred years, given up their worship of me. You have never heard of the Mayan Temples of Yucatan, nor the Aztec pyramids of Mexico? Not so many hundred years ago, these races worf shipped me with weird rites and sacrifice. You have no influence over my race at present, I persisted. My dear girl, said the sun, I shall have to inform you of my worship by the North American Indians. All the tribes of the Plains, with the exception of the Commanches, celebrate the sun dance. This dance takes place at the beginning of summer and honors me and my representative, the buffalo. The ceremonies last more than a week. The entire tribe assembles for the occasion. Their tents are pitched about the medicine man's lodge. The center pole of the lodge is decorated with streamers and with symbolic paints. Upon the top of the pole is a sacred bun- dle wrapped in buffalo skin. The dancers form a circle about the center pole, each one looking steadfastly at the sacred bundle on top. To the throb of barbaric music they revolve about the pole as they follow me in my course. In the evening there is feasting and dancing. The peace pipe, my gift to them, is passed around. This practice again is to follow me in my course. Well, I guess I'll be on my way, finished the sun with a cheery smile. Thank you very much, Mr. Sun, I said humbly, and I beg your gracious per' mission to use you as the theme of the 1930 Tyro Annual. Page Twenty-three

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